[oh, right. bets. this is way more David's thing than Manabu's. he makes a soft, thoughtful sound at that, looking around at some of the upper cabinets in the kitchen. he could maybe find something to that effect? or grab that box of colored paper clips he saw while he was rummaging. or--]
Oh, hang on. I think I still got something... [he sits up in his seat, digging around in a couple of his pockets, before producing a small handful of metallic coins, about eight or nine, embossed on one side with a woman's face.
he lets them slide out of his hand and onto the table.]
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Oh, hang on. I think I still got something... [he sits up in his seat, digging around in a couple of his pockets, before producing a small handful of metallic coins, about eight or nine, embossed on one side with a woman's face.
he lets them slide out of his hand and onto the table.]
Ables. Will these work?